Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Nas,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Wire,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Technova,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.